Along with place puzzle pieces of my life I can not forget or deny the one who has made the biggest difference. My mom.
This piece is for her. She adopted me and gave me the best she could. We've butted heads in the early year and now have become closer than ever. In my time of searching for...

How to truly appreciate life..

This poem is dedicated to my 7th grade Language Arts teacher Mr.Muir. Who is by far the coolest Language Arts teacher I will ever have.
Thank you for teaching me that secrets can have their places on paper.
My journal is now old and tattered,
the pages falling out.
The binding ripped,
deformed...

i wish i could paint but i can't. so i write shitty poems instead.

i have been going through some issues lately and i have been wanting to leave school but english teacher was encouraging, understanding and convince me to stay at school. and even though because of those issues i have doing poorly in her class among other classes but she's the most...